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Your crew is like alcohol…cause I’m “wastin-you-geeks”…if your rhymes were tasted…I would need “toothpaste-for-weeks”
Your fuckin wack, man, like the team that tax-fans…you wouldn’t have a brain, if they aimed your head at a Cat Scan
You got the mind of a dog’s-head, I got my hand between your moms-legs…leavin my fingers more "Sticky: " than a Super-Mod’s-thread..
You couldn’t “tore me” if I was a rag made of “worn-jeans”…your lines are worse ideas than censored “porn-scenes”
Never gets sex, does “masterbation” with “Cream-Filling”….he would still need “elevation” at the top of the “Sears-Building”

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